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Both my mother and my father called me over the past two evenings to check that I was still alive and not crushed under a pile of rubble left in the wake of 25 tornadoes that swept through North Carolina this weekend, the most in 27 years. (I think they followed me here from Indiana. Sorry, everyone!) I found their calls reassuring because as a single woman living alone who works from home I sometimes wonder how long it would take for someone to notice that I was dead if I were to choke on a peanut butter and jelly sandwich in my living room. I think the answer is less than a week, but by that time any felines in my house would have assured I’d need a closed-casket funeral.

WordPress entries can be scheduled in advance, so my Monday post (which was indeed written and scheduled last week) wasn’t definitive proof that I was still alive, but hopefully this post is. I could take a picture of myself holding today’s paper to visually verify it, but who buys the newspaper anymore?

Completely oblivious to danger

Chapel Hill wasn’t hit that bad because we’re just west of the path the tornadoes took. In fact, when I turned on the TV on Sunday I was completely gobsmacked to see how much devastation had been wrought across the state. In comparison, my biggest inconvenience the day of the storm was that I had to wait two hours for the rain and thunder to pass before I could go shoe shopping. And miles away people were grateful to escape with their lives, so yes, I was the totally shallow nitwit in this scenario. In my defense, there were a LOT of people at the mall that day, so I’m not the only heartless and/or oblivious consumer out there.

On a more serious note, many people died in last weekends tornadoes and many more lost everything they have. You can find information on how to donate to those in need on this page.

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Amy • April 19, 2011 at 5:29 pm

Glad you’re okay. As a single woman in a one-bedroom apartment, I wonder the same thing. Except I have no cats or dogs to feast on my remains. I don’t have cable or internet in my apartment (and my iPhone AT&T signal is CRAP in my area), so when the tornadoes rolled through my town in Georgia, and I had no idea what was going on, you can say I was pretty freaked out.

And this is coming from a weather nerd who dreams of storm chasing (just as long as I’m chasing the storms and not the other way around).

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Merry • April 19, 2011 at 11:47 pm

I took the tweets as evidence of your vertical viability. (Can those be scheduled ahead of time?) Still, it’s good to know you’re doing okay. A friend in Raleigh mentioned… in passing, mind you, rather casually … that part of her neighbor’s house was sitting on the sidewalk outside her own house.

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goosh • April 20, 2011 at 1:25 am

I was wondering about you ~ so glad you were not in the path of the storms. What the heck is up with all this weather? We’re buried under snow. In April! WTH?

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Debbi • April 20, 2011 at 6:56 am

Who buys newspapers, indeed. My son works for yours (the N&O), please buy one for him. They have cut their staff by more than half during the recession.

He and his family spent some time in the downstairs bathroom listening to tornado sirens. No damage in their neighborhood, thank goodness. Glad you’re okay.

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Sarah • April 20, 2011 at 9:07 am

I hear you on that one. I have often wondered as a single woman who lives far from home, at what point would people check on me?

During Hurricane Katrina I was living in Central MIssissippi. I remember calling my parents to let them know I was alive and had survived. Their response was, and always has been, ‘well we didn’t call to check on you because we figured if something were wrong you would have called us’. I can’t tell you how many times i’ve said, but if something REALLY bad happened and I were in a coma or lying with a crushed leg in my bathtub i wouldn’t be able to get to the phone and call you. It hasn’t sunken in, but i do have a boyfriend now who would get pretty worried if i didn’t return his calls. I also am thankful to have coworkers who parent me and if I don’t show up at work they’ll ask around until they find someone who has heard from me — or they call me. not sure at what point they would break down the door though.

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Jennette Fulda tells stories to the Internet about her life as a smartass, writer, weight-loss inspiration, chronic headache sufferer, and overall nice person (who is silently judging you). She does this at JenFul now, but you can still have fun perusing her past here.

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